Powerhouses gathered, the Ancestral Dragon Nest arrived, and the child prodigy Long Xiaotian appeared!

As the voice rang out, a crimson figure came into view.

"Little Master, how did you get along with the other Holy Sons?"

Huang Ruoxi asked with genuine concern.

Of course... she had never imagined that a few small children could have any conflict.

The children from the Azure Cloud Sect and the Blazing Flame Sect were about to speak.

But they happened to catch Ye Tian's ice-cold gaze and hurriedly swallowed their words, their legs trembling.

They were only six or seven years old, after all, and far from mature.

Of course, in their eyes, Ye Tian now resembled a god of slaughter.

Though he was only three, he possessed peerless strength and could kill them with ease.

Recalling how they had spoken so rudely just moments ago, they were overwhelmed with shame and wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"The big brothers were all easy to get along with."

"We had lots of fun."

Ye Tian revealed his pearly white teeth, looking every bit an innocent child.

Yet to the Arctic Holy Son, he was more terrifying than a devil.

He had defeated him with ease and could even slay a Netherworld Wraith with a single sword strike.

Even some seven- or eight-year-old children with extraordinary physiques would be no match for him.

He inwardly rejoiced that Ye Tian had not held his offense against him. Otherwise, his little life would have been forfeit.

He hurriedly told Huang Ruoxi, "Hehe, big sister, don't worry."

"We had a great time playing with little brother Ye Tian."

The Gray Wolf Young Master nodded as well, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart.

The children presented a picture of perfect harmony, as though they were the closest of friends.

"Little Master, it's getting late."

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